He moves away from me, taking his shirt off. "Where exactly do you want to touch me?" he asks with a smirk, and all I can do is sit up.
"This is done better if you are standing up." I smirk at him, and he stands up in front of me. "See, much better." I put my hands on his hips. "Except with your shorts, I saw a little bit more." My hands go to the button of his shorts. "I saw a little bit more." I unzip his shorts, and they fall to his ankles. I see the wet spot on his boxers. "I guess I wasn't the only one wet." I wink at him, and all he can do is look at me.
"I thought I was going to full-blown come in my pants," he discloses to me, and then he looks down at me when I put my hands on his hips. "Are you going to tell me where you thought about touching me?" he asks with a smile on his face, and I swear all I can do is smile at him. "You know what?" He shakes his head. "Better if you just show me."
I put my head back and laugh. "Well, I'm going to let you know," I start to tell him, ignoring the way my neck gets heated. "I'm not good at this." I avoid his eyes now. "So there is that."
"The fuck?” He steps out of my reach, and I look up at him. "What the actual fuck, Shelby?" I tilt my head to the side, not sure. "Why the hell would you say that?"
I take a deep inhale. "I've been told," I say, ignoring the way my leg starts to bounce nervously. "That I'm not the best at that."
He holds up his hand, stopping me from speaking. I'm waiting for him to give me a pity look, but instead, his eyes just lighten up. "I think it's better if you show me." He steps into my reach again. "So you were going to show me where you wanted to touch me."
"Well, I wanted to lick you all over, but . . ." I move his boxers down just a touch, showing me that side muscle I've thought about biting for the last two days. "This," I say, nipping at the side muscle. "This right here was it." I move to the other side. "But there was also another part of you I thought about."
"Is that so?" He looks down at me with his hand behind him as if he's offering himself to me on a platter.
My hands move his boxers over the tip of his cock, and I have to stop midway as I come face-to-face with his cock. "This is the nicest penis I've ever seen in all my life." My mouth says the words, and it doesn't even stop there. No, it continues on its destructive path of embarrassing myself. "That's from experience and also from porn movies."
"Um, one, thank you, I think," he says. "And two, later, after I've had you a couple of rounds, you and I are going to watch a movie together," he says, and I just look at him.
"Is that a fact?" I ask him, already anticipating it. "Will it be a play-by-play?"
"You bet your ass it will," he confirms, and I grip his cock in my hand and lick the tip. His jaw goes tight.
"Can you do me a favor?" I ask as I swallow the tip of his cock and taste his precum. I look up at him as I swallow a bit more of his cock. "Will you do me a favor?"
He blinks his eyes a couple of times. "I'm sorry, with your hand on my cock and my cock in your mouth, I don't even know what words I'm speaking right now."
I don't know why that sentence gives me the courage. "I need you to tell me what I'm doing wrong." I move my hand up as I take more of his cock into my mouth. "Can you do that?" I look up at him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. "I just don't know how bad it is." I suck him as far back as I can take him, moving my hand at the same time as my mouth. "I mean, it's not like I don't like it." I try to take him a bit deeper, but I've never had anyone so big and so wide. "I love doing it," I say as my hand moves up and down his shaft. "It's sexy and . . ." I take him in my mouth. "Makes me wet."
"Shelby," he says my name with his jaw clenched. "For the love of God." He holds my head in his hands as he fucks my mouth. "I'm going to come down your throat in two more seconds."